Behold the delicate daffodil,
moist moss of early morning in green garden,
towering tree thriving through winter,
the peace that dawns with the dust,
the blue sky afloat on still water,
absorbing, reflecting, meditating,
the simple root the river runs,
the rustle of the red rose tipped with thorns,
the flowering moonlight over stony soil,
the secrets Spring’s sun whispers to Summer’s stock.
Behold how nature nurtures
while man disappears beneath his own destruction.
Behold how much there is to learn from.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
4th poem for Nation Poetry Month 2019